Chapter 33 - LEO
It’s been a week since my small meltdown at my old apartment, and finally I’m free of it.
Everything that chained me to that old life is now gone.
The only thing left is to leave my job at the mail room.
I could stay, but the idea of working where Ethan is, is not ideal.
So, I’ve decided to start focusing a lot more on my sculptures and look into advertising my work.
I do plan to get a part time job that can keep me afloat.
I don’t want to rely on Ethan, even though he is insistent he looks after me.
But I need my own money. I need to work.
“So, gonna miss you dude,” Danny says to me as we get ready to clock off work.
He’s a great guy and I plan to keep in touch with him.
He’s the only friend I’ve made here since arriving in the city and he has agreed to come and check out my work when it’s all finished.
The only issue I have is that nobody knows about my relationship with Ethan and I’m nervous about how it will be received.
We are just about to leave the mailroom when Ethan walks in, and my stomach drops when I see his face.
Oh no. He has that ‘look’. The look he gives me before he kisses me and drags me to bed.
I know he sees the panic on my face as he strolls calmly over to me.
Danny has gone still and has lost the ability to speak.
Before I can say a word, Ethan plants a big kiss on my mouth and grabs the back of my head, making it obvious to anyone that I am his.
I want to die of embarrassment, but also give myself up to Ethan in front of everyone.
“Ethan…stop,” I hiss, trying to pull away. Danny has a look of pure horror on his face, his mouth so wide he could catch flies.
“Danny, listen…” I start to say as Ethan places kisses down my neck.
“Will you cut it out, I need to talk to Danny,” I say, pushing him away.
“Fine. I’ll give you five minutes,” he says before leaving the mailroom to wait for me out front. My face burns as I look at Danny who still looks like he doesn’t know me. This gossip will keep him busy for weeks.
“You’re with the boss?” he says, his voice higher pitched than I’ve ever heard.
“Yeah, listen, it’s a long story, but yes, we’re together.”
“But, I thought you were straight? I thought you had a girlfriend?”
“We broke up a couple of weeks ago.”
“Shit. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it was complicated and I just wanted to forget about it.”
“Wow…I guess good for you, right?” he says grinning with a cheeky wink.
“Please stop.”
“What? He’s rich and hot,” he says as we start to walk out.
“Hot?”
“Just because I’m straight, doesn’t mean I can’t tell when a dude is good looking, man. You’ve hit the gay jackpot right there.”
That elicits a huge laugh from me and I must admit, this is the best I’ve felt since moving here. I’m happy.
“Hit me up next week, and we can meet for a run or whatever,” Danny says as he punches my fist before strolling out of the building, paying no attention to Ethan, who is glaring at his back.
“Stop. He’s a friend and I’m not giving him up. Got it?” I say to Ethan, who relents with a nod.
“Come. I have something to show you,” he says before directing me to David waiting in the car outside for us. Maybe he’s taking me out for a last day of work dinner.
Five minutes into the journey and I’ve got no idea where we are going.
Neither of us has spoken and it’s nice. I love that about Ethan.
He doesn’t need to fill silences with awkward chit chat, he allows me to just be.
To enjoy the quiet. But after ten minutes have passed, I need to know where we are going.
“Okay spill. Where are we going?” I ask, and he continues to look out of the window as we pull up outside a large building that looks industrial.
It’s quite striking with all of the bougie cafés and shops around it.
I’ve never been on this street before. Intrigued, I follow Ethan out of the car and walk inside the large building with him and my nerves start to build. Oh my god.
When he turns the lights on, my heart falters. He didn’t do this. Not for me. My wide eyes fill with tears that I manage to hold in as I look at Ethan’s concerned face. He can’t read whether I’m happy or not.
“You didn’t?” is all I can say, as my eyes scan again over a workbench that looks familiar with my work sprawled out over it.
My tools. My gloves. In the back against the wall are various sizes and types of metals, bolts and everything else you can think of.
A large panel mirror covers the rear of the large open space and on the far side wall are large old windows that let in the perfect amount of light. I’m fucking speechless.
Ethan holds out my hand and rests a bunch of keys in my palm. I look up into those dead eyes that have a hint of warmth about them as he looks at me.
“I did. This is your place. Your workshop. It’s time for you to fly, Leo.”
“It’s too much, Ethan. How the fuck am I supposed to pay you back for this? I told you I didn’t want to be a kept man.”
“I’m investing in you. You need this space in order to do the work I require as your first customer.”
“What? What kind of work?”
“I want you to create a large infinity sculpture that I can place in each of my hotel lobbies. I want a piece of you everywhere I own. Plus it should get you some more customers, good marketing.”
“Are you serious?” I say, excitement building in my belly. I already can’t wait to get started. My own workshop. My own business.
“Yes. When you have made a profit worth fifty percent of the building price, you can buy it back off me. If that makes you feel better.”
I throw myself at him, my arms wrapping around his neck, and I kiss the fuck out of him. I’ve never felt so wanted. So supported and it comes at a cost, but fuck it. I’m happy. And that happiness catches me off guard because I say something I don’t intend on saying.
“I love you so much. Thank you.” Shit. Why did I say that? I bury my face in his neck hoping he didn’t hear me because I know he doesn’t believe in love as the rest of the world understands it.
“Never be embarrassed to say that to me. It’s nice,” he says, and I pull back.
“Nice?”
“Yeah. I think you should tell me everyday.”
“Your ego is unbelievable, you know that?”
“Of course, and you love it.”
“I know I shouldn’t ask, but do you love me, or feel anything?”
“Leo, love is not the right word for what I feel about you. I’m obsessed with you. I need to know where you are at all times, I want to know every thought, every emotion. I want to claim you everyday. It’s in my blood to crave you. I refuse to live without you, Leo.”
“Well, that’s much better than saying I love you.”
“I won’t tell you that every day. Too many words and I like to keep it simple.”
“Oh I know, you are definitely a man of few words. Come on, I want to see everything.”
We spend the next half hour looking around the building, making plans for what I need to do, and what kind of materials I need to order for these infinity sculptures. I don’t think this smile will ever leave my face.
It’s later in the evening and I’m laying in bed scrolling through my phone, looking for material suppliers for my new workshop. There is so much to do and I just want to get started.
Ethan walks in wearing just a pair of boxers and my mouth waters at the outline of his cock. I think he deserves a treat tonight. Just as he approaches the bed, I notice a velvet box in his hands, that he then places in front of me on the sheets.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
I lift the lid of the soft velvet box and swoon at the platinum bracelet inside. It has a small padlock on the side and the bracelet is thick. It must’ve cost a fortune. I love it.
“It’s beautiful. What’s the occasion?” I say as he pulls my wrist towards his lap, and places the bracelet around my right wrist, and proceeds to put the lock in place.
“It’s a symbol. It lets everyone know that you’re mine.”
“You’re so creepy. Wait, is this a genuine lock?” I try to unclasp the bracelet but it won’t unlock. Ethan pushes his finger under my chin and presses a harsh kiss on my lips. Why do I feel like I’m not gonna like the answer to this?
“Yes. Only I can remove it. I had it specially designed. It has a small tracker welded into the platinum that’s connected to my phone.”
“Are you fucking joking? You’re tagging me? Like a dog?”
“Yes.”
“Take it off, Ethan.”
“No.”
“Ethan!” I shout and push my wrist in his face, furious that he just trapped me. He catches me off guard and pushes me back onto the bed, raising my hands above me, holding them in place. His muscle and strength makes it difficult to move.
“Stop complaining. You love this, you know you want this, Leo.”
“No, I don’t. It’s stalking.”
“It’s commitment and care,” he whispers into my ear as he kisses down my neck, trying to distract me.
“Ethan,” I say, but he sucks hard on my neck. Bastard.
“Accept it, Leo. You know you want this. Me thinking about you all day, watching where you are, obsessing over you, protecting you. Doesn’t it turn you on knowing that you take up all my thoughts through the day?
Hmm?” he says in a low sultry whisper that has me trembling under his body.
The asshole is yet again brainwashing me. And it’s working.
“Ethan, this is not what normal people do,” I say without much conviction as my hard dick has taken over my thinking.
“We’re not normal, Leo. We’re unique. Accept it, don’t make me feel sad,” he says, kissing my neck more intently.
“You don’t feel sadness, Ethan.”
“No, but I will punish you if you don’t wear it. Accept it,” he says harshly into my neck as he rubs his lower body against mine.
“You’re a controlling, manipulative freak.”
“Good boy,” he says before moving his mouth down my chest and latching onto my left nipple.
He sucks so hard my body bows off the bed, enjoying the pain.
He assaults my nipple like it has offended him and I’m a writhing mess as he focuses solely on that one erogenous zone.
I want him to suck the other nipple too.
I want him to suck my cock, but he knows this and is teasing me, pushing my body to its max.
“Ethan,” I whine, wanting more. Without words he releases my nipple and moves down the bed.
No elegance or slowness, he just engulfs my entire dick with his mouth and I wail out in pleasure.
His mouth is finally where I want it most. I take no shame in holding his head guiding his mouth to the speed I want.
I take what I want and there is a great power in that.
This pleasure is mine. Ethan knows how to give head, his suction is hard, his tongue licks up every part of my shaft as he teases my balls before sucking me back down again.
He repeats the rhythm, sucking and licking. My orgasm comes fast as I let myself explode down his talented mouth. Ethan moans as I fill his mouth. Nothing is more sexy than your partner enjoying how you taste.
As I come down from my high, Ethan moves around the room, getting ready to come to bed as I bask in my glow. I haven’t made him cum, and when I go to return the gesture, he stops me.
“I already jerked off to your pants when I was in the shower,” he says.
“Did you sniff my underwear?”
“Of course. They smelled of you and I couldn’t help it. Never leave out your underwear unless you want me to jerk off. Put them in the laundry.”
“You really are a special guy, Ethan,” I chuckle as he wraps his arms around me and I fall into the best sleep of my life. Content and safe, living my dream that I never thought was possible.